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We were young and full of adventure
Travelling in our kombi van
Burning incense and listening
To Cat Stevens and Bob Dylan

We decided to climb a tourist peak
Slowly making it to the top
Going down was easier 
Though there was a lot of start and stop

It was  busy on the peak that day
With tourists abound
We had to keep standing aside 
On the narrow ground

As we stood aside to let someone pass
There was a buzzing in the air
In a moment bees were upon me
Down my top and in my long hair

Without any thought or hesitation
In a  complete frenzied state of affairs
Writhing and screaming I  ripped off my top
To tourist eyes aglare ……

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